Ok, here goes, I'm giving you the gory details, so if you don't want to read, I'm not offended. I was really emotional & freaked out this morning. Literally the nurse walked in and tears started streaming down my face and I couldn't stop. I stopped once the procedure was finally done. Dehydration I'm sure will set in from that loss of water. They tried some anti-anxiety drugs to calm me, but there's no way that worked. I was a train wreck.
They decided they had to go in from the left side, in through the front would mean a popped implant, through the back is probably the biggest needle known to man, so left side it was. They do the procedure in CT so they can use the imaging to guide the needle and make sure it's in the right place. They took some images, being very careful because the actual site is about 1cm away from my heart. Rad. They numbed me first which really sucked. Obviously I needed some numbing, but I can't even explain to you what that feels like. It's kind of like a huge side ache, but your brain knows its because of a needle going behind your ribs. More tears. Not from pain, just from fear.
Then the needle goes in. A man named Mark let me hold his hand, which was wonderful, while the dr went for it. I would have to take a deep breath as the needle would go in deeper. They would slide me into the CT tube to take a scan to make sure the needle was in the right place, then go for more. Luckily they were good and got it in the exact right place first try. They then took samples, this part didn't hurt, but I could still feel the needle location in my chest which was just more than my emotions could handle. The needle was in for about 5 minutes, then we were done. The needle coming out caused some surprise, but I was glad it was out. I have no idea how big it was, but big enough to go through my side, behind my ribs, and into my lung.
There was minimal bleeding which was good, just some air leakage that will hopefully be taken care of soon. On the way out the doc told me to be aware of any shortness of breath, I have none. I asked him if I could have wine, and he said "oh yeah, just not so much that you can't tell there's a shortness of breath." Perfect.
So it wasn't quite the Pulp Fiction Uma Thurman moment, but I'm sure it was close. :)
5 comments:
You are definately my candidate for IronWoman
Iron lung! :)
Well that is behind you! The journey continues>>>One by one! good job Mo and Brent!
Hi Mo, Donna here. I am so sorry that the biopsy was so traumatic and that the anti anxiety med did not help much. I can only imagine how it would feel to have a needle inserted into my lung, but I was hoping and praying it would be easier than it was for you! As you go through this journey (and battle), remember you are covered with a strong armor of love, and that is the most powerful kind. I think you should write a help book for other young survivors when this is all done with, based on your blog. You are a super star that brightens the worlds of all who are lucky to know and love you! That includes us, among the many prayer warriors in your powerful army. Stay true to your courage and faith. Love, Donna and Bob, too.
I can't help but laugh as I read through all of this Mo! You're a crack up even in the not so fun situations. This is one of the many reasons I am blessed to call you my friend! So glad prayers were answered in that they got that biopsy on the first go around!!! I have been in procedures where they had to do that same sorta thing checking to make sure everything was where it was supposed to be and it seems to take FOREVER! I can't imagine having a huge needle in my side during that process. You're a champ! Always rooting for you, praying for you, and sending love all the way from Southern Cali!!!! Hoping Bridger and I get to see you all in August (we will be up there for 3 whole weeks!).
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